Sometimes, Donnie truly grew tired of certain troublesome matters, but there was nothing he could do. When trouble came, he had to face it.
He also wanted peace and quiet, to do what he wanted without caring about all those messy problems.
"The dark matter's corrosion of me is getting worse and worse."
Donnie sensed the condition inside his body and shook his head slightly.
That really was terrible news.
He had thought that even if he could not completely remove the terrible power Great Darkness had planted in him, he should at least have been able to stop the situation from worsening.
But unfortunately, his assumption had still underestimated the lingering might of Great Darkness's power.
This damned dark matter was like maggots clinging to bone. No matter what method he used, he could at most slow the corrosion slightly, but he could not truly stop it.
All his efforts merely prolonged his life with difficulty, delaying the time when he would completely fall into darkness as much as possible.
Donnie absolutely did not want to suddenly go meet Great Darkness before he was prepared...
He simply sat there quietly, observing everything with indifference, enduring the pain brought by the dark matter without a word.
Time passed like this. This time, Donnie displayed patience beyond imagination, doing his best to disguise everything as normal.
Other than the beings who had participated in the battle to besiege Great Darkness, no one knew that Donnie was actually still seriously injured.
"It doesn't matter much that I myself have been affected by Great Darkness's power. It's just my weapon..."
Donnie removed the cannon from his body and set it down before him with a boom, frowning as he examined this powerful weapon.
On the surface of this weapon, which Donnie valued immensely,